The man with the square face responded, "It feels a bit long and stiff. How about writing it as 'Shocking! Radical Change at the Border, Sikinkov Solo Kills Hong Quansheng!'"
Zhao Yiming laughed heartily: "Alright, we'll use this title."
He looked at Amir, asking seriously: "Mr. City Council President, this is at least a first-class merit, right?"
Amir snapped back to reality, responding meekly: "First-class merit, definitely. It might even be evaluated as a personal special merit."
Zhao Yiming clapped, congratulating: "Congratulations, Mr. Bureau Chief, you are now the special-class hero of the New Moon City Public Security Bureau!"
As he spoke, his smile grew mysterious once again: "So the question is, how do you plan to receive this medal?"
Special merit medals, one is awarded to the living, nine to the dead.
So, Sikinkov, how do you want to receive it?
With Hong Quansheng's corpse beside him, facing Zhao Yiming's mysterious smile, Sikinkov had already lost all confidence.
